The Bukowski in me

Poetry. not a huge fan, but from time to time, I appreciate it. Charles Bukowski is another crazed man, whose work i adore. once again. free your mind from eating crap. No fat brains allowed in this space.

A poem by him,


8 Count
From my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.